Johnathon POV
I winced from the sound of puking as I gingerly stepped into the bedroom. Karen's expression was neutral as she tried to comfort her daughter. "Take deep breaths, the nausea will pass" she instructed.
"Karen" my voice was sharper than I intended it to be "I must ask you to leave while I have a word with my wife" My tone was dripping with sarcasm and double meanings.
Karen looked as though she wanted to protest and then thought better of it, merely nodding bleakly and quickly moving out of the way as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom, Charlotte's pallor and complexion were pale instead of its usual honey-golden glow.
Her pregnancy was not giving her the glow that was often talked about in books I thought slightly maliciously.
"That was quite a show you put on there
